"So when you say drag queen are we talking on a scale of 1: Rocky Horror or 10: Springer?"
I have good news. The Ombuds office and financial aid advisor were able to sort through the cluster fuck that both financial aid and student business services were putting me through. My financial aid advisor apologized for the hell the staff continually gave me and recommended for me to take 12 hours instead of the 16 so that I'll have more time for work study. In addition I'll be able to apply for more grants since I'm on the Dean's list and perhaps I'll be able to make president's list soon. However I'm a declared double major now in both psychology and sociology with a concentration in criminology--so the challenge is going to be intense. I know I'll love all the knowledge I'm gaining for my future career though.
So all this summer I was focusing on dieting and exercising to get back down to the size I was at 16 which was 95-100 lb. I'm a 5'1 girl and when I gain weight there's no where for it to go. Well the goal weight is in reach and I've lost over 25 lbs. My arms are toned and my abs are starting to form again. So I thought I would treat myself to a new hair dye,style, and eyebrow wax. Apparently asking for an eyebrow wax to this lady translates to "please do wax the fuck out of my eyebrows."
And my reaction to when she hands me the mirror to view her masterpiece?
So instead of relying on my half-hispanic genes for the hair to grow at a faster pace (wishful thinking I know)... I've become rather skill with an eyebrow pencil. Of course I decided against the cheap eyebrow pencil since they look harsh and not nearly as natural looking. So yes I did spend 10 dollars on this eyebrow pencil, located an eyebrow powder, favorited two youtube tutorials, and do not look like a drag queen anymore. Everyone apparently will experience a bad wax job but man this one was fucking brutal